Arhh returning to the tale restores the former pain I bore for many years. I claim not to be a great man; nor even a good one, but in determining if or if not I am a monster please consider the facts concerning me for my is truly good. You see me fall at the foot of a king. in motions wrought with servitude.
No one, at this point in life, is able to choose the physical traits they are born with. I have wept a thousand tears and weep yet a thousand more for it hurts the love so deeply and have no affections returned to you. i suppose I operated the belief that those closest to you cannot be trusted. And how this proved true with my wife! I loved her! Oh how I love her, yet she could not bare coming to terms with the truth of what and who I truly am. The truth of the matter is though is that, “she never loved [me]” or cared for me in any regard, and so betrayed me.
I was only first received by anyone for that matter, by the king himself. The king was able to me for the good man that I am and was overjoyed to see his knight. If nothing else, one must grant me a degree of loyalty, of iron steadfastness. I assure you that I understand the privilege of being so near and dear to the king. However, I do wish that someday a woman would love me with the kind of love which all seek: romance.